There was a scream that night within the den, the birth of two from the womb of a lycan and the seed of a lycan, a dangerous combination for any two Garou to attempt.... It was with regret that the child was born Metis. A creature twisted in the broken ways of the litany. Its blood red eyes foretold of dark things to come as the howl that followed the scream sent shivers through all that heard it....

And so it begins....

Kormac is the son of both Ava and Arn, a child twisted in nature, he is lycan in blood but in form he is quite different, unable to change due to the taint existing within his bloodline, he is forever in his Crinos (battle/wolfen) shape. A side effect of this is his strong spiritual powers wich allow him toslip in andout of the umbra like water. Fearing for his future and what may come of him growing slowly in the ways of lycan among his new pack, Arn brought him to the umbra, arranging for a spiritual guide to help tutor the young Kormac. The child was taken deep within the swirling realms of chaos and emotion, the spirits protecting him until he was allowed to emerge once more. The umbra however is a very strange place at times, and though only a few scant days passed for others, many years passed for young Kormac.... his time spent away hardening him and strengthening him, making him the man he is today.

Appearance -

Height - 7-2
Weight - Heavy....
Fur - Dark
Eyes - Red (glow softly)
Race - Metis/Lycan

Extra details - Kormac has no tail, his eyes are abnormal and without pupils, he also has a strangly long tongue thats forked, he hides this, talking softly most of the time but when he talks quickly or is angry it becomes more apparent. His claws are slightly larger as well and have small serations across them, there is a lingering taint upon his claws (rp for details).


Description -

Towering above many around him Kormac is a true creature to inspire and despair about. He is a lycanof that there is no doubt, and many would probly take him just at that, but those that are truly one with the ways of garou would recognize him for what he is, a freak of sorts, unable to change to a human or wolf form, he forever remains as he was born into this world. Dark thick fur coarses over his body, hiding his large muscular stature but doing nothing to dissipate his incredible bulk. He walks abit hunched at times and has a tendency to constantly sniff about at the air around him, more beastthen man he also now and then slips back into the more feral ways of his wolven nature. The most odd and unsettling thing about him though tends to be his eyes. Stark red like blood lit afire, they glow with a rather malevolent shade that can offput many people at times, even though if one were to get to know him this might not be the case at all it none the less fills most casual observers witha feeling of dread.


Reds - Few

Greens - Too many to count. just ask first.